Rode it to work.
My gloves leak, and I've never found a way to stop rain getting at the cuff either.
My boots have always been about as waterproof as sandals, despite having (supposedly) a waterproof membrane.
It had been chucking it down all night and while I did find an optimistic weather forecast that said it might stop by lunchtime, it was still pissing down when I left for work this morning.
So the logical thing to do was take the car. Instead I taped carrier bags over my boots and rode in: fording streams and huge puddles, blinded by spray on the motorway and by the visor steaming up (yes, I know) as I diced with London traffic.
When I reached work, wet and uncomfortable, it took 45 minutes to wring everything out and find suitable places to hang soggy clothing in the hope it'll be dry-ish by the time I come to go home.
Yet I arrived happy. Whereas had I come by car I know I'd be irritable and depressed.
